From the warrior who called herself Nepheli Loux, Fang Zheng learned about this castle and its master.
As mentioned before, with the shattering of the Elden Ring, the collapse of the Golden Law, and the throne left vacant, countless descendants had begun fighting over the Great Runes in an attempt to reforge the Elden Ring and become the Elden King—well, it was basically no different from the Souls Fang Zheng had encountered before fighting over the Supreme Throne to become the Supreme God. He could not even be bothered to interfere.
And Grek was one of them. Unfortunately, the guy was weak and cowardly. He had first been defeated in the royal capital, disguised himself as a woman to escape it, then holed up in the city out of fear of Starscourage Radahn and did not dare make a peep. He had underestimated Malenia, Blade of Miquella, gotten utterly thrashed, and even knelt to kiss her feet in submission...
Ugh... Just hearing about it made him sound like the very embodiment of trash, cowardice, and weakness.
The man knew his own limits, too. He proclaimed, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—do not bully the poor while they are young! Once I start cultivating from scratch, we will settle this again!"
Yet the method he used to grow stronger was neither arduous training nor patiently biding his time, but... grafting.
That was right. He had sent people to form a squad dedicated to hunting Tarnished, cutting off their arms, and grafting them onto himself—seriously, Fang Zheng could not understand whether there was something wrong with this guy's brain... Did he really think using other people's arms would make him stronger?
Grek's cruel and lawless acts naturally provoked public outrage. Nepheli had come here to utterly